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My dad is sooo embarrassing.

He really is a fool.

He’s just bought a Harley

And he thinks that he is cool.

He gets drunk with his sad friends

And then they get all naughty.

What makes me sick and shocked and shamed

Is they’re all over forty.

He was God’s gift to music,

A rockstar, given the chance.

But it’s a total killer

If you ever see him dance.

He also thinks he’s sexy

And flirts with the au pair.

I’ll never take a girlfriend home

If my dad just might be there.

His hair’s receding rapidly;

It’s now just a massive parting.

He combs it over from one side,

A bit like Bobby Charlton.

He also was a sportsman once

And now he’s on my side.

The touchline echoes with his yells

And I just want to hide.

He also thinks he’s funny

And tells jokes to all my chums.

He makes Sid James look classy

With his jests of tits and bums.

But once he was a teenager –

Was a lad, back in his day.

He must have cringed at my grandad

In exactly the same way.